I watched my grandson pretend fish the other day.  He had a nice long stick and water running in the little creek.  He was using his imagination.  It is fun to see the grands playing in their yard pretending different scenarios.  Their imaginations are working and they are outside having fun.

It reminds me of my childhood.  As I recall we were outside most of the time when there was no school.   We climbed trees and pretended to be Tarzan.  We straddled a fence and pretended to be riding horses.  We rode bike in the summer and sled down the street in the winter.  A snow bank, a fallen tree or anything thing available was used as a “stage” for imaginary play.

I am thankful I still get to use my imagination in my writing.  Some things I write come from research, some from life experience and a whole lot from my imagination.